Thanks to my friend Tiffy
I've discovered that water is a lot easier to
consume when laced with caffeinated strawberries.
Two thumbs up for Crystal Light energy drink!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Birthday Slip-up
Last week my brother Steve told me that he and Bob were going to Baton Rouge to see my Grandma for her birthday. In NO PART OF THAT CONVERSATION did he mention that it was a SURPRISE. On Friday morning my grandma called to thank me for the flowers I'd had delivered and just to make conversation I asked what time my dad would be arriving. Um...yeah, she didn't know. Um...yeah, I ruined it. Um...yeah, my aunt called my mother and screamed at her because of me.
Auntie: Shauna, blah blah, guess what Angie did...
Shauna: She didn't know it was a surprise. Obviously she wouldn't have said anything if she'd known. I forgot who I told what...
Auntie: That's because you have too many kids! You ruined this and now you have to fix it. I know you hate to lie but you have to fix this...
So, my sweet, innocent, never lies mother had to call Granny and lie lie lie. She told her that they had intended to go for granny's birthday but that tickets were booked and didn't make the flight stand-by. Granny believed her--of course she did--Shauna doesn't lie. Ever.
Whew!
Auntie: Shauna, blah blah, guess what Angie did...
Shauna: She didn't know it was a surprise. Obviously she wouldn't have said anything if she'd known. I forgot who I told what...
Auntie: That's because you have too many kids! You ruined this and now you have to fix it. I know you hate to lie but you have to fix this...
So, my sweet, innocent, never lies mother had to call Granny and lie lie lie. She told her that they had intended to go for granny's birthday but that tickets were booked and didn't make the flight stand-by. Granny believed her--of course she did--Shauna doesn't lie. Ever.
Whew!
A Thousand Cranes
My friend Julia is directing a play this week and next week at The Brigham Young. It is based on the children's book Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes. It's an incredibly touching true story about a little girl in Japan after the Hiroshima bomb. I'm going on Saturday but I just wanted to give a shout out to anyone who might be interested in doing something different--I complain all the time that the only thing to do in The UC is dinner/movie--this is different. They preview it for two weeks at BYU and then take the play around to elementary schools in the area. I'm super excited for Julia and know it will be incredible. Follow the link for further details!
This is the description from the back of the book...
Hiroshima-born Sadako is lively and athletic--the star of her school's running team. And then the dizzy spells start. Soon gravely ill with leukemia, an aftereffect of the atom bomb that fell on her city when she was only an infant, Sadako approaches her illness as she did her running--with irrepressible spirit. Recalling a Japanese legend, Sadako sets to work folding paper cranes. For the legend holds that if a sick person folds one thousand cranes, the gods will grant her wish and make her healthy again.
Monday Night Dilemma
I know I watch too much TV but I'm really struggling tonight with which two TV shows to cancel so that I can record the other two that I really want to watch. I haven't had this problem in years. And let's be honest...the two I "cancel" will be ones I can watch on Hulu later this week. Geez, just a few years ago I was shipping VHS tapes all over the country for friends who had missed their shows. God bless TiVo, DVR and the Interwebs. Technology is fabulous!
I know. I know. I have huge problems. I do have a lot of actual problems
but focusing on my "TV problems" helps distract me from the real shiz I'm ignoring.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Shake That Shack
Last night on Facebook one of my friends commented on the happiness she was receiving while eating her Shake Shack burger and it reminded me that I'd heard from another friend that they were thinking of franchising the Shake Shack. My first thought when I heard was "Wahoo!" but after a moment of careful consideration I began wondering if it would work. Can you duplicate the Shake Shack? Can you transport it to any random U.S. city and have it be the same? I'm thinking no and this is why...
The Shake Shack is about so much more than just the burger, fries and custard. Don't get me wrong: the food is the best burger I've ever put in my mouth and puts that Western phenomenon that has recently made the folks in Utah go Lady GaGa to shame. I'm literally drooling at 8:35 in the morning just thinking about it. The Shake Shack is about the food but it is also and maybe even more importantly about the experience. You would have to re-create a world in which time is money and where fabulous food is certainly in no short supply and where any random New Yorker from all walks of life will go WAY out of their way for the experience. Take me for instance: I would have to take two trains, stand in line for 45 minutes to an hour to ORDER the food and then another 15 minutes to WAIT for the food and then sit in either boiling humid or freezing cold weather to eat the food--there's two months of the year where the weather is perfect and/or not raining cats and dogs. And not only eat it but love every single second and not for even a moment think that it wasn't worth it. A world in which my friend, let's call her Schmether, who I'm guessing has never waited for anything, stood in line for two hours for our food because I'd been lucky to get to the park early enough to beat up five grannies and a couple of kids for our seats at the US Open. Is this a place that can be re-created? They tried on the UWS and it is nice and convenient and all but that's just because everyone who has been there has had the experience at Madison Square Park and so they're okay with the strollers and the kids and the fact that there is nowhere to sit and eat. Plus, there really is something genius about having a Shake Shack and a Magnolia Bakery within ten blocks of one another. But all of that is a rite of passage--something one must go through so that you can appreciate the pure beauty and incredibleness of the burger. I do not believe that this could work in any random city: maybe in Union Square in San Francisco or Chicago or possibly even LA but certainly not Orem, Utah. I guess I'll just have to save my pennies, put on my good standing shoes and fly my butt to New York.
The Shake Shack is about so much more than just the burger, fries and custard. Don't get me wrong: the food is the best burger I've ever put in my mouth and puts that Western phenomenon that has recently made the folks in Utah go Lady GaGa to shame. I'm literally drooling at 8:35 in the morning just thinking about it. The Shake Shack is about the food but it is also and maybe even more importantly about the experience. You would have to re-create a world in which time is money and where fabulous food is certainly in no short supply and where any random New Yorker from all walks of life will go WAY out of their way for the experience. Take me for instance: I would have to take two trains, stand in line for 45 minutes to an hour to ORDER the food and then another 15 minutes to WAIT for the food and then sit in either boiling humid or freezing cold weather to eat the food--there's two months of the year where the weather is perfect and/or not raining cats and dogs. And not only eat it but love every single second and not for even a moment think that it wasn't worth it. A world in which my friend, let's call her Schmether, who I'm guessing has never waited for anything, stood in line for two hours for our food because I'd been lucky to get to the park early enough to beat up five grannies and a couple of kids for our seats at the US Open. Is this a place that can be re-created? They tried on the UWS and it is nice and convenient and all but that's just because everyone who has been there has had the experience at Madison Square Park and so they're okay with the strollers and the kids and the fact that there is nowhere to sit and eat. Plus, there really is something genius about having a Shake Shack and a Magnolia Bakery within ten blocks of one another. But all of that is a rite of passage--something one must go through so that you can appreciate the pure beauty and incredibleness of the burger. I do not believe that this could work in any random city: maybe in Union Square in San Francisco or Chicago or possibly even LA but certainly not Orem, Utah. I guess I'll just have to save my pennies, put on my good standing shoes and fly my butt to New York.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Mom, What's Crack?
I think I've established that I love to bake and after a year and half of some pretty serious practice I'm pretty good at it. This is especially true of my Kitchen Sink Cookies. Z has lovingly named them "The Crack Cookies" and the word has spread. Now everyone even my family calls them the crack cookies and requests them for every event. Knowing how much everyone (especially Paul) likes my cookies I agreed to make them for Kenzie's blessing luncheon. Here's a replay of a conversation that still makes me giggle out loud and also makes me consider the possibility of re-naming the cookies:
After taking a bite of a cookie:
Adri: Oh, my gosh, Ang! These Crack Cookies are the best you've ever made.
Skyler: Mom, what's crack?
Adri didn't hear him and so the rest of us giggled and Susie jumped in and said:
Susie: Um...that just means...um...that they're...um...REALLY good cookies!
After taking a bite of a cookie:
Adri: Oh, my gosh, Ang! These Crack Cookies are the best you've ever made.
Skyler: Mom, what's crack?
Adri didn't hear him and so the rest of us giggled and Susie jumped in and said:
Susie: Um...that just means...um...that they're...um...REALLY good cookies!
There is NO WAY that She is Your Mother...
Okay, so let me start off by saying that I think it is FREAKING FANTASTIC that my mom is pretty and that she looks young but when a person such as myself who is definitely struggling with age issues (especially since turning 25 this last birthday) has nearly the same conversation TWICE in the same hour one starts to lose their cool. On Saturday while Shauna and I were spending the day together the following occurred:
#1 Girl Manicurist: are you guys friends?
Angie: No, she's my mom.
Girl Manicurist: There is no WAY she is YOUR mother.
Angie: Yup.
Girl Manicurist: Well, then you MUST be the oldest.
Angie: Deep sigh. Yup.
#2 Stupid Girl: You guys look alike.
Angie: Yup.
Stupid Girl: Are you like sisters?
Angie: No, she's my mom.
Stupid Girl: NO NO NO WAY is she YOUR mother!
Angie: Yeah.
Boy Manicurist: You just made that one lady's day and wrecked the other one's day.
Stupid Girl: Well, I didn't mean...that the other one is old but wow, that lady just looks too young to be HER mother!
Angie: shut up shut up shut up shut up...all in my head.
**And, I think my favorite part was when the manicurist slathered Love Spell all over my hands. I freaking hate Love Spell. It makes me sick to my stomach and I spent the next thirty minutes trying not to vomit because I couldn't wash my hands without messing up my polish.
#1 Girl Manicurist: are you guys friends?
Angie: No, she's my mom.
Girl Manicurist: There is no WAY she is YOUR mother.
Angie: Yup.
Girl Manicurist: Well, then you MUST be the oldest.
Angie: Deep sigh. Yup.
#2 Stupid Girl: You guys look alike.
Angie: Yup.
Stupid Girl: Are you like sisters?
Angie: No, she's my mom.
Stupid Girl: NO NO NO WAY is she YOUR mother!
Angie: Yeah.
Boy Manicurist: You just made that one lady's day and wrecked the other one's day.
Stupid Girl: Well, I didn't mean...that the other one is old but wow, that lady just looks too young to be HER mother!
Angie: shut up shut up shut up shut up...all in my head.
**And, I think my favorite part was when the manicurist slathered Love Spell all over my hands. I freaking hate Love Spell. It makes me sick to my stomach and I spent the next thirty minutes trying not to vomit because I couldn't wash my hands without messing up my polish.
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